Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 506 Chapter 505 "Literary Night·Yanjing·89"

On the last day of 1989, some representatives attending the Youth Entrepreneurship Conference were busy in the auditorium of the Ministry of Materials, rehearsing for the evening party.

The Logistics Auditorium originally belonged to the Logistics Department and was opened to the public in the early 1600s. With more than seats, it is considered a relatively large indoor performance venue in Yenching.

In an era when indoor performance venues were relatively scarce, the Logistics Auditorium was considered a top-notch venue. Many art troupes performed there. Well-known performance groups like the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe also performed here every year. Yuan Zheng and Zhu Mingying both became famous singing here.

But today, this place belongs to a group of writers.

No professional singers or movie stars were invited; the entire evening was performed by the writers themselves.

Fang Minghua was also fortunate enough to participate in the planning of the evening party, and he was familiar with many people there.

Wang Meng, Lu Yao, Jia Pingwa, Wang Anyi, Shi Tiesheng, Tie Ning and Han Shaogong were all participants in this evening party.

At this moment, he was standing backstage looking at a party poster.

The picture is a black background with red text, with an unreal still in the background, and the handwritten words "We·You" and "We and You" in the upper and lower diagonals, and "Literature Night·Yenching·89" printed underneath, which is quite visually impactful.

Below are the organizers.

"Zhang Jie, Fang Minghua, get ready to go on stage!" Director Zhang Xinxin shouted while holding a portable loudspeaker.

"Here I come." Fang Minghua answered quickly and walked quickly to the director. Standing next to him was the writer Zhang Jie.

Author of "Heavy Wings".

At this time, Zhang Jie was over fifty years old, with short permed hair, looking elegant and generous.

"Your task is very simple, just go out and show your face. You don't need to say anything. Pay attention to your walking posture and keep smiling at the audience below the stage! OK?" Zhang Xinxin reminded.

"clear."

"Although it's simple, it's very important. The spirit of the two of you directly determines the style of the entire party! Also, the order can't be messed up. First, Zhang Jie and then Fang Minghua!" Zhang Xinxin continued to remind them tirelessly.

Actually, there should be three people.
Another one is Bing Xin.

As the old man is already very old, the program team decided to use a spotlight to symbolically attend the event.

In Zhang Xinxin's words, you three are the first to appear on stage, representing the three generations of writers, old, middle-aged and young, and are the prologue of the entire show!

Ok
In fact, it's just like being mute, it's very simple.

Zhang Jie came on stage first, followed by Fang Minghua. They walked to the front stage, under the lights, faced the audience, smiled and posed, and that was it!
After the rehearsal was finished and it was OK, Fang Minghua left the stage. There were still a lot of writers waiting to perform in the theater, following the director's instructions.

"Are you done so soon?" Jia Pingwa asked.

"How difficult is it? There is not a single line." Fang Minghua smiled and said, "You guys take your time to memorize it. I'm going back first." After saying that, he turned and left.

On the last night of the 1980s, the entire Material Auditorium was brightly lit and packed. Unlike previous evening parties, this time both on and off the stage were writers and readers, people who liked and loved literature.

At eight o'clock sharp, the party officially began.

Amid the beautiful background music, a deep and magnetic voice sounded:

"We · You"

Prelude: Continuous Birth.

"It should be fire, love, and everything spiritual. Many people survived and persevered because of it. Many people did not make it to this day, but they left their love, fire, and hope to us, and through us, they will pass them on to future generations."

“Work: Letter to Young Readers, performed by Bing Xin, Zhang Jie, Fang Minghua.

The curtain slowly opened, and a ray of light formed a circle, representing Bing Xin who was not present in person. However, an old voice came from the speakers, reading slowly. "Children who seem familiar:

I am ill and about to travel far away, so I have been isolated from writing for the past three or two months. But yesterday I saw that the supplement of the Morning Post has opened a special column "Children's World". I was delighted and used my weak hands and unfamiliar writing to communicate with my lovely little friends for the first time.

The opening content of "Letter to Young Readers".

There was thunderous applause in the meeting hall.

Soon, the curtain opened again, and Zhang Jie appeared in a black long dress, symbolizing the opening of another curtain in the new era of literature.

The curtain slowly opens again.

Fang Minghua, dressed in a suit and tie, strode out and stood on the other side of the circle of light beams. Representatives of the three generations of literature, old, middle-aged and young, all appeared on the stage, and prolonged applause broke out in the venue.

The prologue ends quickly, followed by the theme of the first chapter:
"We participate together! We create together!" The powerful slogan seems to declare to the world that "we" are a group and "creation" is the fundamental essence, which has nothing to do with anything else.

Representative works include Liu Xinwu's "May 5 Long Shot" and Li You's "The Tilted Stadium". Of course, the characters in the film are played by these two generals.

When the narrative of reform began to replace the narrative of revolution, these experimental works became crucial and the choices made also revealed certain meanings.

The second chapter starts off calmer, with the theme "Walking together tonight."

The first work is Huang Zongying's "The Little House" and the second work is Zhang Chengzhi's "Black Stallion".

Why did they come together?
Fang Minghua, who was sitting in the audience, was confused for a moment.

The poets are here!

"The Poet and His or Her Poems"

Yang Lian's "Nuo Ri Lang" and Bai Hua's "Qing Si". When Shu Ting came on stage to recite her popular poem "To the Oak Tree": If I love you/I will never be like the climbing trumpet creeper/Using your high branches to show off myself
There was warm applause again in the meeting hall.

No one denies that the 1980s was the "golden age of poetry".

But it was also the last era of poetry. The later "Lamb Style" and "Pear Blossom Style" won national awards, but they were not even worthy of carrying shoes for them.

Compared with the poets' passion, the next group appeared solemn and dignified.

"War and Peace, Yesterday and Today - Military Writers"!
All the writers who appeared were military writers, and their number suddenly increased.

Xiuquan, Li Cunbao, Qian Gang, Liu Yazhou, Li Yanguo, Tang Dong, Qiao Liang, Zhu Sujin, Cui Jingsheng, Yuan Houchun, Haibo, He Xiaolu, Ding Xiaoqi, Tao Siliang
"Garland under the Mountain", "Triumph at Midnight", "Acacia Tree on the Minefield", "Song of the Chariots", "Shooting the Wolf".
Although time passes, classics will never be forgotten.

Then the third part: "Friends, have you ever had the same experience?"

There are also many people appearing in the show, including Lu Yao, Ke Yunlu, Kong Jiesheng, Zhang Kangkang, Lu Xing'er, Ye Xin, Liang Xiaosheng, Acheng, Wang Anyi, Han Shaogong, Jia Pingwa, and new generation writers Shi Tiesheng, Yu Hua, Mo Yan, Su Tong, Chen Rong, Tie Ning and others finally appeared on the stage.

These names are well-known to later generations. Apart from their official identities, each of them is a leader in the literary world and has his own unique style.

Shi Tiesheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, said these words in front of thousands of audience members:

"There is no need to shift the blame to history. So what if history takes the responsibility? We still have to walk the road ahead on our own."

The applause from the audience lasted for a long time.

Wang Meng, who was the last to perform, went on stage to read his work "Long Live Youth":
All days, all days come,
Let us weave you with the golden thread of youth,

One day, after cleaning the gun, the machine, and the sweat,
I miss you and greet you,

And look at you with pride!
The party didn't last long, ending in two hours. When Fang Minghua followed the crowd out, he found that it was snowing heavily outside.

(End of this chapter)